Her uncleanness is in her skirts, She hath not remembered her latter end, And she cometh down wonderfully, There is no comforter for her. See, O Jehovah, mine affliction, For exerted himself hath an enemy.

Trodden down all my mighty ones hath the Lord in my midst, He proclaimed against me an appointed time, To destroy my young men, A wine-press hath the Lord trodden, To the virgin daughter of Judah.

Righteous is Jehovah, For His mouth I have provoked. Hear, I pray you, all ye peoples, and see my pain, My virgins and my young men have gone into captivity.

Lain on the earth in out-places have young and old, My virgins and my young men have fallen by the sword, Thou hast slain in a day of Thine anger, Thou hast slaughtered -- Thou hast not pitied.

I am the man who hath seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.

Good for a man that he beareth a yoke in his youth.

For He hath not afflicted with His heart, Nor doth He grieve the sons of men.

To turn aside the judgment of a man, Over-against the face of the Most High,

To subvert a man in his cause, the Lord hath not approved.

What -- sigh habitually doth a living man, A man for his sin?

Mine eye is poured out, And doth not cease without intermission,

Our water for money we have drunk, Our wood for a price doth come.

Young men to grind they have taken, And youths with wood have stumbled.

The aged from the gate have ceased, Young men from their song.